It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that… - MY journal

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It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.All that re-fixing, reheating, renewing, I wanted just onceto be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing thingsaway meant you knew there'd always be more.

But then my Father died, and on that clear summer'snight, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struckwith the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any'more.

Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used upand goes away...never to return. So...while we have it...it's best we love it..... and care for it ......and fix it whenit's broken.....and heal it when it's sick.

This is true.....for marriage.....and old cars..... Andchildren with bad report cards.....and dogs with badhips.....and aging parents.....and grandparents. Wekeep them because they are worth it, because weare worth it.

Some things we keep. Like a best friend that movedaway -- or -- a classmate we grew up with.There arejust some things that make life important, like peoplewe know who are special.....and so, we keep themclose!

I received this from someone who thought I was a'keeper'. Send this to all those people that are"keepers" in your life...like you!!